I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.

I can't believe that I changed so little. I expected to look old and hollow and gray, but I guess it's only me on the inside that has shriveled and deteriorated.

Why is life so difficult? Why can't we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?

This morning when I left Mom's parting words were, "Come straight home after school." Wow! Like I'm going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn't sound so bad at that.

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

She didn't know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.